It's not often that somebody dying makes me feel young. But the death of Walter Cronkite has inspired me with an overwhelming feeling of youthfulness. You see, I really know next to nothing about Walter Cronkite.  He means nothing at all to me. Hearing that he's dead was like a looking at a well-painted apartment wall. You get the feeling that a good job might have been done but that's the limit of the emotional or intellectual reaction. (more...)